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About Rome

After, I’m skippin’ back to the ship, lighter in the wallet but floatin’—so happy I could cry! Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen a thousand mes. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s the queen of the docks, ruler of all prossies! In my head, I’m plannin’—next port, I’m findin’ her again. “The Social Network” vibes hit hard—“I’m CEO, b*tch!”—‘cept I’m just a sailor with a boner and a dream. HA-HA-HA! Moral? Ports got perks, doll—find a prostitute, live a little!

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My folks'll never know what happened to me. Partisan Prisoner 2 (episode VI: Porto Tolle): He pissed on me like a whore.

Finally, I decide to call it a day. I’m walking back, and I pass by the old church, Chiesa di San Bartolomeo. It’s stunning, but I’m too tired to appreciate it. I just wanna crash. But then, I hear music. There’s a street performer playing the accordion. It’s so beautiful, I stop. I’m swaying, feeling all the feels.

Hunting Accident: Hunter drowns in the Po in Porto Tolle (RO)